In my best impression of Walter Mitty, I can picture myself a grand hero, loved, no desired, by a bevy of women, envied by men of every rank and with great humility I wave it all off. Like a stoic monk I walk toward the distant mountains.
With this picture in my mind I laced up my walking shoes and promised to stop for coffee at the nearest Starbucks. A maintained a brisk pace as far as the entrance to the subdivision; a hundred yards further I nearly collapsed; bent over I gripped my knees praying that I would gain as much control over my breathing. I was, at that point, 3.5 miles from my destination (4 miles one way).
I knew I was going to have to rethink my objectives and without doubt kill the Walter Mitty in me.

Author: MW Moore

I am surrounded by books with great, even heroic quotes, grand philosophies and theologies, mysteries and wonderments. I've never met an author of any. Oh what a finer person I would be if I had raised my voice above the pounding of the sea with Cicero, walked with Saul on that road to Damascus and on and on and on. Well, I didn't. But I've met some pretty swell people that had something to say...and many are related to me; they're My Family Jewels.

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